Somewhere

Somewhere
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Heavy and low the clouds above us frowned:
Surfing the air, parched was the thiraty plain;
Hushed were the birds, and, prone upon the ground
Tay the limp vines, and walted for the rain
Malevolent the dim cloud giants leered,
Then slunk nway, the trees their fovered hands
Stretched fortii in pleading, but no rain drop cheered
The lifeless earth and yet In other landa
The soft showers fell and cooling breezes played
So free, su far, we felt the molst, sweat alr
And bird and flower looked up unafraid
That dewy éve, for it had rained somewhere
The arid by my life, my stifled soul
Can feel a joy that steals in unaware,
When on another’s head a blessing Call-I sill can whisper
“It has rained-somewhere”
-FANNIE BARBER KNAPP